Spring cleaning has started in the Beautiful Beef household. It actually started yesterday. While bored in class I got an email from Real Simple with spring cleaning tips. I thought about the last time the apt really got a good scrubbin' and was immediately embarrassed. I made a detailed list of all the cleaning tasks that were beyond necessary. It was a whole page. When I got home yesterday I jumped right in. It's a daunting task, but there's no way I'm letting my mom see all this dust!
Class today was split between two different lady instructors. Ms. Instructor #1 was a former verbatim court reporter in the Marine Corps. She explained that she had a mask thing over her mouth and had to repeat everything that was said in the courtroom. The normal person speaks a little over 200 words per minute. She, at one time, was speaking 300 WPM. Her deliverance was fast, forward, and almost harsh. She knew more about privacy/cyber liability than I even knew existed. She came up with insanely scary claim scenarios. She could be seriously dangerous if anyone ever made her mad. She was no frills, little make-up, and wicked smart. I liked her.
Ms. Instructor #2 reminded me of a younger, more business-y Paula Deen and looked like a blonde Katey Sagal. Nice southern accent, and enunciated her words. Suggests a bottle of wine when reading certain judge rulings or insurance documents. Knows how to use a teasing comb and hairspray. Talked about her grandma. Liked to pat people's shoulders when she was excited, said "honey," and give that big mouth, almost sarcastic smile when she called on someone with a question. She had 7 sets of designation letters after her name. I liked her, too.
Between these two ladies I am now terrified to use computers and credit cards, do any managerial or HR work, own a company, have any title at a company, sell insurance, work at an agency at all, work under a manager or at company that has an HR person who handles benefits, go to a foreign country, have a job, live among strangers, breath...
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